Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E43

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Diary of a broke Naija playboy - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

Shape was a very sexy girl. I believe I have mentioned that here many a time. You can never over exaggerate her sexiness. Everything she did was as sexy AF, the way she talked, her smile, her cat walk. But as of recent, she seemed to have developed a very unsexy trait. Just one and it wasn’t until she came back from that honeymoon with Willie that it all started. She is always spitting around and it wasn’t attractive at all.

At first, I ignored it until that Jambite talkative talked to me about it.

“Ehm, Neche, are you aware that Chinaza is always spitting around?” She asked me, hovering over me and my plate of rice like an evil spirit. I boned and focused my attention on my food. She liked food too and is always sharing mine. She will say, “after all, you are my namesake, if you don’t take care of me, who will.” and is only in matters of sharing food that she remembers that we share the same name but when it comes to the other one, well shaa.

“So what?” I asked her, stuffing my mouth with half of the meat in the food. I thought I saw her eye me.

“Well, just last night, she vomited and.. ”

I hushed her. She was going to ruin my appetite with the unsavory tale.

“Chinecherem, I am eating abeg.”

” I know but what I am saying is that she wasn’t doing all those things until she visited your brother,” She continued.

“So you are saying Willie taught her how to spit everywhere?”

“No, you remember in Nigeria movies, when a woman starts vomiting? She said and eyed me suggestively.

“Then she is pregnant,” I completed it for her. She seemed to be making sense for the first time and I dropped my spoon.

“Where is shape?” I asked.

“In our room.”

I got up from my chair and eyed her, then eyed my food.

“Don’t touch it.”

“I swear I won’t.”

“I am serious.”

“I won’t touch it. Go and see her.”

I left her to guard over my food. Goat and Yam. I got to shape’s room and met her lying on the bed looking as shapy as ever, only that her face wasn’t so bright.

“Baby,” I called softly and sat beside her on the bed.

“Sweetheart,” she replied. I touched her head and it was a bit hot.

“Neche told me you were vomiting last night.”

“Yes, I’m not feeling too well,” she said weekly.

“How is it doing you?”

“Slight headache, body pain, nauseous and my stomach too,” she listed out.

“Ah ah, only you?”

“Yes o,” she said.

“When did it start?”

“I started noticing slightly while I was with Williams baby, but it was just a slight headache back then, now even my waist is paining me.”

My jaw dropped, I looked at that waist and shook my head. It’s massive size made me wonder why it won’t pain but eventually, I thought, Willie has banged this girl into pregnancy. My father would just insist that he marry her.

“Do you think you are?” I asked suggestively and she eyed me.

“That I am what?”

“You know naa,” I repeated, rubbing my stomach.

“Pregnant?” she blurted out and I nodded.

“Nooo,” she said and shook her head vigorously, with some sort of confidence.

“How would you know that you are not?”

“I don’t know, I cannot be pregnant now, not now abeg.”

An Idea struck my head and I picked up my phone, dialed Chinaza’s number and put it on loud speaker. It rang 3 times before she picked.

“Hello,” she sang into the phone.

“Baby how are you?” I asked and she replied fine. Her voice showed she was fine, she was sounding really sweet.

“And the baby?” I added.

“He is trying to strangle himself with my umbilical cord. He has been disturbing me since morning.”

“Ehyaa, sorry sweetheart, I wish I could help you carry her,” I replied, placing my emphasis on the HER. She wanted a boy and I wanted a girl. I loved girls.

“It’s a he dear and I wish you could help me carry him too, you only know how to get me pregnant,” she replied stressing the he. I wasn’t in the mood for an argument and it’s my airtime that would burn. So I went straight to why I called her.

“Chinaza, what signs were you getting before you went for a pregnancy test?”

“How?” she asked.

“I mean, how was your body doing you before you realized you were pregnant?”

“Why are you asking? Are you pregnant or did you get another girl pregnant?”

“What do you mean? How can I be pregnant?”

“I don’t know o. You had better be pregnant because if it’s another girl that is pregnant for you, I will strangle you and whoever the silly girl is.”

“Jeez. Baby relax,” Shape intervened.

“Chinaza?” She called and shape answered.

“It’s me that wants to know about the pregnancy stuff,” shape said and Chinaza went cool.

“Okay, I thought that silly boy has done it again.”

“No, he can’t, not when I am here,” shape replied and eyed me. It was none of my concern, my only concern was that my airtime was burning.

“Okay, so it just started with a slight headache,” she started and shape paid rapt attention. “Then, I vomited once I think and I was always feeling dizzy.” I thought I saw shapes eyes bulge and I stifled a laughter. “And I think a part of my breast was paining me,” Chinaza finished and I saw the blood drain from shapes eyes. She was almost crying.

“Naza stop, thank you,” I managed to say and switched off my phone before that d--n MTN girl will start warning me about my airtime.

I shook my head pitifully at her as her eyes moistened. She kept repeating ‘Willie has killed me’. Before it was Williams baby but now she pronounced his name in the old fashioned way my mother would call him, ‘WILLIE’.

I’m not very good at consoling girls especially beautiful ones like Shape, I was only good at romancing them and at that point in time, I didn’t think it would be of any help. I had to leave her to mourn herself and left for my room. I met my room empty and my plate that once had a sizable portion of rice and stew with a good chunk of meat was lying very neat in my basket, shining and dripping with the water that must have been used to wash it.

I had always told Chinecherem that someday, very soon, I am going to rape her to death but she thinks I am joking.

Just one day.

I was waiting gleefully to hear what Willie had to say about shape being pregnant but then Willie was just Willie. One carefree guy with not a care in the world. He is only worried when two things happen to him. He is broke and he has no p---y to ram.

“What did she vomit? An antelope?” he had asked when I told him about shape vomiting everything she had eaten since her mother birthed her.

“Why won’t she vomit when she kept drinking the water from our hostel well after I had told her to use pure water.”

And that solved it. The chic was only sick from drinking well water which was infected with a dead dog. The dog had decayed inside it and many other people who drank the water like shape were either wooing chemists or having a field day in their various toilets.

Shape had never been so relieved in her entire life, she actually preferred drinking a decayed dog infested water to being pregnant, well, who wouldn’t.

She decided she needed some break, to calm her frayed nerves and guess where she was going to calm the nerves. Well, Willie was more than willing to help her calm those nerves.

So it was back to being me and James in the lodge with Chinecherem in between us. She was glowing and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I tried to shaa but she had this way of making me not to. She was rather getting on James nerves with her talkativeness. He complained that she even talked in between kisses. That was her only flaw. She was smart too and intelligent to an average. At least she wrote her jamb without help and scored 149. It was her first jamb by the way. Her Jamb result was one of the reasons she had refused to go home earlier. Her friends would laugh her to stupor for her score, she had bragged about how she would trash jamb and maybe score 450 over 400. You know as she is mouthed.

School was getting a sort of dry lately. I think everyone was getting tired of being students, just like me. Only that there were no much babes to party with. Only the nerdy ones. James was on his away match things, leaving me and Chinecherem. She kept talking me into anger and talking me out of it. In the end, you can’t just help but sit down and listen. At least, the whole place was lively with her there.

So on one sunny Tuesday like that, Shape wasn’t back from calming her nerves yet and James was out with a girl he had just met. It was just me around, lying on my bed and basking in the euphoria of loneliness and boredom. Staring at the ceiling and counting from 1 to 100 and back and hoping nepa would bring light at the count of 50 or 60 or 70 or 100. Just then, Chinecherem came back from where she had gone to eat down a guy that had just hooked her up. She came in, chewing loudly at her gum and humming into my bored ears. I was glad she came back, I needed a bit of her noise.

she was on a pink gown and black sneakers. Her ass shot out of her back in a way that would make you want to rock her and her boobs were ripe for plucking.

She came in clutching a black bulky waterproof. She dropped it on the table and sat beside me on the bed.

“How are you?” she asked me and I nodded a fine. She rubbed my bare chest and smiled. I wished she would just seduce me because I was too weak to initiate a foreplay plus I was scared she was a virgin.

“I am hungry,” she announced, looking round the whole room.

“I thought someone took you out.”

She hissed and lay beside me, rubbing her body against mine.

“Just one shawama and the guy was doing face like he wants to cry.”

“So you ate shawama and you came back here to say you are hungry?”

“It wasn’t enough naa and I really want to eat indomie,” she sang out and I hissed.

“Well, I bought you yogurt,” she announced and I smiled for the first time that day. She ran to the table and came back with the black waterproof. She refused to hand it over, insisting that I take the first sip from her hand. Well I did and she poured the stuff all over my mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn’t kissed me and did mouth. I was going to lick it up myself if she hadn’t kissed me and did it herself. I watched her with surprise, it was the first time she was doing that.

We stared at each other for a long while. She had a smile on her face and I had a frown on mine.

“What?” she asked.

“What did you do?”

“I only licked the yogurt.”

“I pray so, don’t lick it again, I have a big tongue.”

We got back to drinking the yogurt, taking a sip after each other and when it finished. Our romance too ended.

“Why don’t you like me?” she asked all of a sudden.

“Who said I don’t like you?”

“I know you like me but it’s not that type that I mean,” she said and smiled shyly.

“What type?” I asked.

“Love. The type that.”

I watched her and shook my head.

“Do you know that pregnant girl, Chinaza?” I asked her and she nodded.

“She will just kill you if she finds out that you are trying to chyke me, ask shape about her.”

She replied me in a way that I wasn’t expecting. She threw herself into my hands and got on with licking the rest of the yogurt on my mouth. Funny thing was I actually let her do it. I too engaged myself in licking off hers. We kissed for a long time before we stopped. I was aroused already. I tore down her zipper and she crawled out of the gown, standing before me, clad only in her bra and pant. Her figure firm and her boobs robust. She was what we called the tip of a fresh pumpkin leaf. Not much tapped.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked before hand and she shook her head with a giggle.

“Then so help you God,” I murmured and pulled her closer by the cup of her bra. She fell into my hands one more time and we got into another deep French kiss. She dug her hand into my boxer and grabbed my rock hard tool, moaning softly as she felt its ferocity. My hand crawled down to her panties and skid into her clean shaven p---y. I tugged her c--t in between my two fingers and she moaned with mad ecstasy, hugging me tightly and trying to bite out my tongue. We fell on the bed, into deeper foreplay as she shut her eyes through it all. Her beauty was animate as we rocked each other deeper into the ocean of passion only at the brink of getting ourselves into the main ish.

I finally drew down her pants and let it drop to the floor, her shoes followed suit and I mounted her. She raised her legs, strapping them to her belly with her two hands to show me the sweet little hole that have destroyed many men. It was shooting out fluids as I slid my tool in, watching her shake with sensation and biting her lips softly. I dived in deeper, holding her legs to her body and moving in slowly, slowly and then faster and harder as she asked for it. She wrapped her legs round my neck and kissed me multiple times as we were at it.

“I love you so much,” she murmured and I smiled. Pillow talks. I thought it was only exclusive to guys. I rammed her harder and she kept moaning my name softly, trying to choke me with her legs, but then, the sweet pleasure only made.. the pain more desirable. I brought down her legs and turned her over. She was petite in a way and it made her flexible. I tried her butt hole but it was still tight and I didn’t have the time to break it. I went into the easier hole and continued where we stopped. She was already asking for more and I thought she loved only food.

So it was Chinecherem on Chinecherem as we drove each other to madness. I went from being above her to under her as she rode me like a cowgirl, her boobs jingling along to the ride. The bed was all wet with our sweat. She bent low while she rode me and kissed me, holding my mouth for long and shaking with passion.

“I love you, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you and I did know how to tell you and you treat me like a baby and…. ” she confessed, being her talkative sef.

“Neche, stop talking,” I hushed her and she stopped. Her moans was enough noise. Seconds after the silence, she came along with me, spilling the jizz all over my thigh and me, shooting mine up her p---y. She kissed me warmly and long enough for the both of us to be tired of it.

She kept dancing all over me as we cleaned up the whole place. She even wanted a bath together but then, I didn’t want it.

“You can only see my d--k when I am f-----g you.” was what I told her and she didn’t argue.

Shape came back that same day. Her nerves seemed all calmed as she was looking fresh and happy. Chinecherem couldn’t keep away from me for a very long time. I realized that her confession of love weren’t just pillow talks after all. She loved me and before she went to bed that day. She texted it to me.

“Before I think of anything or anyone else, I would always think of you first. I love you so much my bear.”

I read it with a smile on my face. I loved what she called me. “bear”. In the end I texted her back.

“I love you too baby bear.”

Funny thing was that I actually meant it. Interesting days ahead I tell ya.